Yes, the dialogue dose contribute to the story. with out the dialogue, or with minimal dialogue, it would not make sense and would be missing a key component, a life or a warmth. The story line, unforunately, is dry, but still has some potential. Also, it can sometimes skip around to much. where it skips is mainly the dialogue part. When Dorthy and Stella where talking, it was hard to keep up especially when the names and their nicknames where interchanged.
Yes the explanation allows us to see a secret in the story. if that is what ur story is about, then u shuld continue it. Hoever, keep in mind that a love story between a vampire and mortal is over used and can become cliche'd. Even though it is over rated, it can stil have a good grasp of a new take on this typical love story. having it be a phillipino folklore is pretty far out there and i would definately not have noticed it!
Yes, Dorthy's reaction is normal. However, it just seems so spread out. I think all the little detail about the songs the played was just to much....maybe. it is in that sense, easier to connect to as a teenager. But, it was a whole entire page of description about that little dance party (which was a little hard to follow, one moment they were looking stella, the next dancing.)
A little, the cultural aspects sort of assume i, the reader, already know Phillipino folklore. However, You do add decription which helps the reader conceptulize what u were saying.
I think that it is neat that she is fillipino because, in that sense, she is a young women finding out more about her culture. She will examine and explore her self and how she plays a role in her own culture, and thus, reguvinating her culture and making it more abmirable and proud to be who you are. Through discovering here self, she will then discover serets about her culture. MAKE SURE THAT THERE ARE MORE SECRETS OTHER THAN THE ONE ABOUT THE VAMPIRE. it will be way less over rated. this will also hook more readers in....Thank you for letting us read ur book and i ook forward to the rest.
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Friday, March 25, 2011
Esperanza's identity to education...
Sandra Cisneros gives the impression that Esperanza will "come back " for the ones she "left behind". I believe that she will come back and help but maybe not physically but through education. The importance of education comes up often representing that it is very important to become educated. this means that she will be an educated women helping her community. I believe also that through opening up and really focusing on the theme of education.
Education shows up as a quest for independence and identity. this means that she has to be educated to find her self. When she is able to find her self, she will be able to help others. this quote i have is merely the whole vignette, and, in order to decrease my length, here is the title (which actually sums up what i am saying) : "A House of My Own" (108). Here, it explains how she cannot wait for a "house of her own" and how she needs to find her self. She explains that it is important that the house is her own and not anyone else's. As we saw in the beginning of the book, she identifies herself and people a with their house. (Which is a little materialistic.)
Another side of this identity/education joining is that she believes that her house, her identity will be quiet and that it will be "Only a house quiet as snow, a space for myself to go, clean as paper before the poem." (108). this means that she feels that it is important to have identity. Without identity, we would not be able to acknowledged our selves as different and unique because we would have no identifying qualities.
Lastly, the beliefs of identity show up also in how she thinks that she has to live up to a standard. However, during the vignette Red Clowns, she says "All the books and magazines, everything that told it wrong" (100) This shows how she believes, or rather that society believes that she should be a certain way and that the standards of being "beautiful" is higher than those that she is at right now.
In conclusion, i think that she will come back and change this community of her life. She will do this through education, and by education, finding and identifying herself.
Education shows up as a quest for independence and identity. this means that she has to be educated to find her self. When she is able to find her self, she will be able to help others. this quote i have is merely the whole vignette, and, in order to decrease my length, here is the title (which actually sums up what i am saying) : "A House of My Own" (108). Here, it explains how she cannot wait for a "house of her own" and how she needs to find her self. She explains that it is important that the house is her own and not anyone else's. As we saw in the beginning of the book, she identifies herself and people a with their house. (Which is a little materialistic.)
Another side of this identity/education joining is that she believes that her house, her identity will be quiet and that it will be "Only a house quiet as snow, a space for myself to go, clean as paper before the poem." (108). this means that she feels that it is important to have identity. Without identity, we would not be able to acknowledged our selves as different and unique because we would have no identifying qualities.
Lastly, the beliefs of identity show up also in how she thinks that she has to live up to a standard. However, during the vignette Red Clowns, she says "All the books and magazines, everything that told it wrong" (100) This shows how she believes, or rather that society believes that she should be a certain way and that the standards of being "beautiful" is higher than those that she is at right now.
In conclusion, i think that she will come back and change this community of her life. She will do this through education, and by education, finding and identifying herself.
THOMS What Would Cisneros do....?
In the book The house on mango street the author Sandra Cisneros expresses her feelings about the gender inequality in Chicago. The main character, esperanza, travels through the story experiencing these inequalities and dissimilarities. It is clear that she notices these dissimilarities, but what is she to do about it? Does she feel that these inequalities are need? Or rather, that the walls dividing genders should be torn down? From the examples in the book, we can see that she feels that these dissimilarities are supposed to be eradicated and torn down.
Esperanza lives the life that the author gives to her because she is a character and that’s what they do. Because of the obvious fact, Cisneros can "live" the life in her character. Therefore, she can give the character situations that either support her or dismay her own beliefs.
Cisneros derives the facts about gender inequality from her own beliefs. Sandra believes that genders are unequal but should still be treated the same. As we can see, Sandra Cisneros believes that are girls are girls (and boys are boys) and should be acknowledged differently but treated the same. "Nenny says she won’t wait her whole life for a husband to come and get her." (88). Sandra Cisneros implies that girls should be girls, but still holding that independence. They should still have a chance to be a "women" but still feel that they are independent and do not let their male counter parts take all the power. Power can be easily occupied by one gender, as males predominately do this. Women are assertive when it comes down to it, but because of the social advantage men have, they "have more power."
Cisneros knows that girls are held to a higher standard than boys. Because of this difference, she believes that women and men should have the same level of standard and not have these dissimilarities. As we can see here, Cisneros talks about how she thinks that the standard of society are wrong. “All the books and magazines, everything that told it wrong.” (100) Here, we can see that esperanza realizes that all the things that told her how to be, all the internalized sexism, was a lie. She knows that this is not the way it should be, but because of society, cannot do anything about it.
Through seeing Cisneros's view on the type of sexism, i would agree with her that there should be something done about the inequalities and dissimilarities of genders.
Friday, March 18, 2011
Survival of The Determined
Table of Contents:
1) First day of school
2) Papi
3) childhood memories ronovated
4)The cuoius case of the panda
5) Vitamin A
6) the day the panda came home
7) boxes and bins
8) the incurable disease
First Day of School:
Firsts. First steps. First words. First day of school. I felt afraid and alone in the world, walking up those wide and steep steps that seemed to travel along forever. The entry way seemed as if it were going to swallow me up and not let me out. I walked into the mouth of education, leaving that familiar and comforting place, my mom for the first time in my life. What would happen in that room with the colored square rug on the floor, the book lined shelves, the smell of Elmer’s glue and paint, the little kitchen in the back of the room and the coolest place of all, the top of a ladder that led to a loft full of toys? Who were the other kids in the room? Did they love Woody and Buzz as much as I did? Did they leave their Lego fantasies at home? Were they scared too?
My last day was over, however I had overcome my nervousness with excitement. I walked out, the first one out, and paused in the door way. I looked out at a sea of parents and cameras; bursts of light from every which way trying to capture this moment, the moment I became a student, memorialized on HP photo printer paper and .jpeg files forever. I felt like a move star, looking over my fans, with the paparazzi-parents digitally obsessed with marking every moment of our lives.
In the midst of all this excitement and rush, i saw my mom, with the camera in hand and taking as many pictures as possible to record my first day. Seeing her reassured me that i would not be in danger, but on the contrary, even safer than before.
Papi:
Come on Cristian, hurry, there’s a neat little smell over by that tree.
PAPI! HOLD ON!
No, come on hurry! Oh great, you found something you liked, no your going to take ten minutes trying to decide if you should examine it more thoroughly.
Come Pops, come sniff over here.
Ughh what does he want now? Fine, since i am walking you, i guess we can go were you would like to go.
Why are you looking at me like that Pops? Is there something wrong?
OK, are you done? OK, great, lets go over here now.
These are normal, everyday walks with Papi, our sheltie. He is constantly looking at us with those expressions of confusion, where he dose not understand where we are going.
He can be funny also, the way he thinks he is leading the walk. He believes that he can control where we go, where in realty, we, the walkers do. He dose not understand where his power ends and where ours begin.
Childhood Memories Renovated:
We started to renovate the house, making it more modern and stylish. The old laminate kitchen was replaced with proud glossy granite. The old, dusty carpet was replaced with a cold, but modern bamboo installation.
The old kitchen pocket-door is now gone and in its place is a wide entrance way into the kitchen. Stuffed in the wall with the pocket door we found artifacts from our past when the contractor knocked it down: an old DS stylus, Yughio cards, a stencil and various pencils/pens. Like making a true archaeological discovery, we celebrated every find and oohed and ahhed at the memories they provoked. On the actual pocket-door was another memento of our younger childhood, like the early-humankind cave paintings of France, there was the pictorial evidence that two little boys had been there. Squiggly lines and happy faces drawn to pre-school perfection. Memories.
The Curious Case of The Panda:
“Hahahahahahahahahahahaha” Said the giraffe.
“Shhhhhh,” said a random stranger, “he’s sleeping.”
“Does it look like I care? Why should I be quiet just because he has some stupid problem?”, as the giraffe points a hoof at Aaron, my younger brother.
“She has a point, why should any of us care what happens to him?”, says another.
Whaaaat? Who…said……who said…..that? POUND POUND POUND. AHHHHHHHH! Aaron screamed for his head to stop pounding.
“Look, now he is awake. Just be quiet.”
AHHHHHHHHH MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT…stop…
“Hahahahahahah”, says the baby giraffe, “you will never make it out of this hospital. You’ll be stuck in here forever!”
but...~
“but nothing. the pain is just a sheer reminder of how humans can get.”
AHHHHHH MAKE THEM GO AWAY!...AWAY....away....tell them to leave me alone... and that is what we did, we told them, all the “people” and “giraffes” to go away and they did. All but one stayed. There...there is still one here...still one here... and Mom told him/her to shoosh and they left through the door.
Vitamin A
These hallucinations were the only two he ever had at his stay in the hospital. We told the “people” to go away and they did. Each hallucination walked out the door and each hallucination went away. The stuffed animal giraffes were covered by a blanket and then they stopped their talking.
Aaron has vitamin A poisoning. Only two percent of the whole world has this disease. The doctor told us that he may grow out of it when reaches the age of 30. Right now Aaron can still get severe headaches and dizziness. This can make it hard for him to stand up straight.
He suffers everyday from this autoimmune disease, but can hardly do anything about it. This is a constant struggle for Aaron to fight off the downside of taking his medicines; the uncontrollable tiredness and the inability to function correctly. Even though Aaron has this disease, he is able to enjoy life fully, which is summed up in this phrase, “If life gives you lemons, make lemonade”.
The Day the Panda Came Home:
School was rough. It was hard for to concentrate in the middle of the school day. I found myself thinking about the last person that was there in Aaron’s hallucinations; the last being. Who was that? I did not know. What would they be like if they were real? Would they be friendly?
It was hard to focus and really put time into my schooling. My grades slipped twice, but I was able to bring them back up. I used to come home sad and depressed. I went to bed and starred at the empty bed next to me, cold and well kept. The house seemed to have lost energy to stand up correctly, and thus everything felt cramped.
Then, one day, he came home. He came home because the doctors said he did not need the vicadin anymore and that his vitamin A was at least 90, which was a big drop from the 120. I remember, going up stairs into our room to change, and instead of seeing an empty bed, I saw it filled, for the first time in 4 months. Filled with a broken boy. All his stuffed animals surrounded him and protected him, the way we did in the hospital.
I went over and I felt so happy to see him. The intravenous tubes he had going into him had disappeared; In the same way my sadness was now replaced with happiness.
Boxes and bins.
We were living in boxes and bins for all the months my brother was in the hospital and for the rest of my middle school experience. The one thing about this lifestyle is that it is so hard to get to things. You practically need everything from every bin, so you need to have every bin on top of every pile, but that does not work. So we prioritize what bins should be on top and which on bottom.
All the medical bins on top were prioritized first. Secondly we prioritized all the paper bins. These bins included bills and schedules for up coming events. After the bins containing important papers were prioritized, then came the bins and boxes that were full of blankets and old clothes. Last but not least, we had the book bins. These were at the bottom because they are the heaviest and are good bins for the base of the piles.
The lives of people are not meant to be living in boxes and bins. Lives of people are meant to be shared through an open world, where everything is out in the open and free. We are not meant to live enclosed. ...in boxes and bins.
The incurable disease.
Life is a cruel and unforgiving game that does not give you hints or pointers. When you go out into the wild and get bitten by an animal life can seem just terrible. When you play the game of life, the bites that you receive can cost more than stitches needed to repair the bite wounds.
It’s so unfair having to sacrifice. All the lights and sun were blotted out because Aaron could not be in the light. My mom, stayed with him the whole time. It was depressing in that room, like the depression followed us home from the hospital.
The last part of eighth grade was hell. God does things for reasons we cannot explain. I don’t understand and I wish I did. If I knew that, I could explain global warming, or why we still have not found a cure for cancer. I do not understand why people go starving every day and yet people can spend billions of dollars on birthday parties.
My mom is that last person that should get sick. Ever. She is a trooper among troopers.
My mom has an autoimmune disease.
She has Reynards, lupus, and vasculitis. I see her pain and her suffering. She struggles with everyday living, unable to correctly function. She knows that she cannot do things, yet she does them anyways. She cannot cook or clean or even take us to school in the mornings, yet she does all those things and more. I appreciate what she does for us. I have no words to describe what I feel.
However, she is able to produce unconditional love for us every day. My mom is the most sportively validating human being on the planet. She can look at you and by your expression, tell what is wrong. That’s real ESP. She is the real superwoman of today, helping people despite her own condition; fighting to help others when she can barley help her self.
I leave to you this thought of sadness and depression; of my mom so terribly sick. She could catch a cold and die, and my brother could have a seizure and go into a coma and die. We have been manipulated by life, and now it is our turn to manipulate life, and live our own happy life. We all have our stories to tell, and we all have our memories. We use these memories as tools to discover ourselves and to define ourselves as well. We use the past to shape our future and the hope for the future to shape our present.
1) First day of school
2) Papi
3) childhood memories ronovated
4)The cuoius case of the panda
5) Vitamin A
6) the day the panda came home
7) boxes and bins
8) the incurable disease
First Day of School:
Firsts. First steps. First words. First day of school. I felt afraid and alone in the world, walking up those wide and steep steps that seemed to travel along forever. The entry way seemed as if it were going to swallow me up and not let me out. I walked into the mouth of education, leaving that familiar and comforting place, my mom for the first time in my life. What would happen in that room with the colored square rug on the floor, the book lined shelves, the smell of Elmer’s glue and paint, the little kitchen in the back of the room and the coolest place of all, the top of a ladder that led to a loft full of toys? Who were the other kids in the room? Did they love Woody and Buzz as much as I did? Did they leave their Lego fantasies at home? Were they scared too?
My last day was over, however I had overcome my nervousness with excitement. I walked out, the first one out, and paused in the door way. I looked out at a sea of parents and cameras; bursts of light from every which way trying to capture this moment, the moment I became a student, memorialized on HP photo printer paper and .jpeg files forever. I felt like a move star, looking over my fans, with the paparazzi-parents digitally obsessed with marking every moment of our lives.
In the midst of all this excitement and rush, i saw my mom, with the camera in hand and taking as many pictures as possible to record my first day. Seeing her reassured me that i would not be in danger, but on the contrary, even safer than before.
Papi:
Come on Cristian, hurry, there’s a neat little smell over by that tree.
PAPI! HOLD ON!
No, come on hurry! Oh great, you found something you liked, no your going to take ten minutes trying to decide if you should examine it more thoroughly.
Come Pops, come sniff over here.
Ughh what does he want now? Fine, since i am walking you, i guess we can go were you would like to go.
Why are you looking at me like that Pops? Is there something wrong?
OK, are you done? OK, great, lets go over here now.
These are normal, everyday walks with Papi, our sheltie. He is constantly looking at us with those expressions of confusion, where he dose not understand where we are going.
He can be funny also, the way he thinks he is leading the walk. He believes that he can control where we go, where in realty, we, the walkers do. He dose not understand where his power ends and where ours begin.
Childhood Memories Renovated:
We started to renovate the house, making it more modern and stylish. The old laminate kitchen was replaced with proud glossy granite. The old, dusty carpet was replaced with a cold, but modern bamboo installation.
The old kitchen pocket-door is now gone and in its place is a wide entrance way into the kitchen. Stuffed in the wall with the pocket door we found artifacts from our past when the contractor knocked it down: an old DS stylus, Yughio cards, a stencil and various pencils/pens. Like making a true archaeological discovery, we celebrated every find and oohed and ahhed at the memories they provoked. On the actual pocket-door was another memento of our younger childhood, like the early-humankind cave paintings of France, there was the pictorial evidence that two little boys had been there. Squiggly lines and happy faces drawn to pre-school perfection. Memories.
The Curious Case of The Panda:
“Hahahahahahahahahahahaha” Said the giraffe.
“Shhhhhh,” said a random stranger, “he’s sleeping.”
“Does it look like I care? Why should I be quiet just because he has some stupid problem?”, as the giraffe points a hoof at Aaron, my younger brother.
“She has a point, why should any of us care what happens to him?”, says another.
Whaaaat? Who…said……who said…..that? POUND POUND POUND. AHHHHHHHH! Aaron screamed for his head to stop pounding.
“Look, now he is awake. Just be quiet.”
AHHHHHHHHH MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT…stop…
“Hahahahahahah”, says the baby giraffe, “you will never make it out of this hospital. You’ll be stuck in here forever!”
but...~
“but nothing. the pain is just a sheer reminder of how humans can get.”
AHHHHHH MAKE THEM GO AWAY!...AWAY....away....tell them to leave me alone... and that is what we did, we told them, all the “people” and “giraffes” to go away and they did. All but one stayed. There...there is still one here...still one here... and Mom told him/her to shoosh and they left through the door.
Vitamin A
These hallucinations were the only two he ever had at his stay in the hospital. We told the “people” to go away and they did. Each hallucination walked out the door and each hallucination went away. The stuffed animal giraffes were covered by a blanket and then they stopped their talking.
Aaron has vitamin A poisoning. Only two percent of the whole world has this disease. The doctor told us that he may grow out of it when reaches the age of 30. Right now Aaron can still get severe headaches and dizziness. This can make it hard for him to stand up straight.
He suffers everyday from this autoimmune disease, but can hardly do anything about it. This is a constant struggle for Aaron to fight off the downside of taking his medicines; the uncontrollable tiredness and the inability to function correctly. Even though Aaron has this disease, he is able to enjoy life fully, which is summed up in this phrase, “If life gives you lemons, make lemonade”.
The Day the Panda Came Home:
School was rough. It was hard for to concentrate in the middle of the school day. I found myself thinking about the last person that was there in Aaron’s hallucinations; the last being. Who was that? I did not know. What would they be like if they were real? Would they be friendly?
It was hard to focus and really put time into my schooling. My grades slipped twice, but I was able to bring them back up. I used to come home sad and depressed. I went to bed and starred at the empty bed next to me, cold and well kept. The house seemed to have lost energy to stand up correctly, and thus everything felt cramped.
Then, one day, he came home. He came home because the doctors said he did not need the vicadin anymore and that his vitamin A was at least 90, which was a big drop from the 120. I remember, going up stairs into our room to change, and instead of seeing an empty bed, I saw it filled, for the first time in 4 months. Filled with a broken boy. All his stuffed animals surrounded him and protected him, the way we did in the hospital.
I went over and I felt so happy to see him. The intravenous tubes he had going into him had disappeared; In the same way my sadness was now replaced with happiness.
Boxes and bins.
We were living in boxes and bins for all the months my brother was in the hospital and for the rest of my middle school experience. The one thing about this lifestyle is that it is so hard to get to things. You practically need everything from every bin, so you need to have every bin on top of every pile, but that does not work. So we prioritize what bins should be on top and which on bottom.
All the medical bins on top were prioritized first. Secondly we prioritized all the paper bins. These bins included bills and schedules for up coming events. After the bins containing important papers were prioritized, then came the bins and boxes that were full of blankets and old clothes. Last but not least, we had the book bins. These were at the bottom because they are the heaviest and are good bins for the base of the piles.
The lives of people are not meant to be living in boxes and bins. Lives of people are meant to be shared through an open world, where everything is out in the open and free. We are not meant to live enclosed. ...in boxes and bins.
The incurable disease.
Life is a cruel and unforgiving game that does not give you hints or pointers. When you go out into the wild and get bitten by an animal life can seem just terrible. When you play the game of life, the bites that you receive can cost more than stitches needed to repair the bite wounds.
It’s so unfair having to sacrifice. All the lights and sun were blotted out because Aaron could not be in the light. My mom, stayed with him the whole time. It was depressing in that room, like the depression followed us home from the hospital.
The last part of eighth grade was hell. God does things for reasons we cannot explain. I don’t understand and I wish I did. If I knew that, I could explain global warming, or why we still have not found a cure for cancer. I do not understand why people go starving every day and yet people can spend billions of dollars on birthday parties.
My mom is that last person that should get sick. Ever. She is a trooper among troopers.
My mom has an autoimmune disease.
She has Reynards, lupus, and vasculitis. I see her pain and her suffering. She struggles with everyday living, unable to correctly function. She knows that she cannot do things, yet she does them anyways. She cannot cook or clean or even take us to school in the mornings, yet she does all those things and more. I appreciate what she does for us. I have no words to describe what I feel.
However, she is able to produce unconditional love for us every day. My mom is the most sportively validating human being on the planet. She can look at you and by your expression, tell what is wrong. That’s real ESP. She is the real superwoman of today, helping people despite her own condition; fighting to help others when she can barley help her self.
I leave to you this thought of sadness and depression; of my mom so terribly sick. She could catch a cold and die, and my brother could have a seizure and go into a coma and die. We have been manipulated by life, and now it is our turn to manipulate life, and live our own happy life. We all have our stories to tell, and we all have our memories. We use these memories as tools to discover ourselves and to define ourselves as well. We use the past to shape our future and the hope for the future to shape our present.
Friday, March 11, 2011
the house on mango street: pink and red
the colors, pink and red play a significant role in the novella, the house on mango street.pink and red in this book, means that there is hope and carfulness in the air. they use this idea of hop when there are things that need hope, like when she is raped or when she wears these shoes and the bum wants a kiss from her.
In the vignette titled, red clowns, red is used to show hopefulness towards the clown from the rape that she is enduring rite now. :I waited by the red clowns...the red clowns, laughing their thicked tongue laugh."Pages 46-48. She looks up to these clowns for forgiveness and for help. this is hop in a fashion.
Another place where we notice a connection to red is on Page 4. "Its small and red with tight steps in front and windows so small you would think they were holding their breath." Page 4. Here we can see that Esparanza uses the color red to represent small, like the way this house appears to be. She feels that red and pink are colors that should be used this way, to describe insignificant things.
My last quote belongs to the time were she was compare her self to Sire's girlfriend. she writes how they were both next to each other and she noticed that sire's girlfriend had pink toe nails. "And once when she was standing next to me in front of Mr Benny's grocery she was barfoot, and i saw he barefoot baby toe nails all painted pale pale pink, like little pink sea shells, and she smells pink like babies do." Page 73. Here, we can see that she likes this color and how she almost wishes that her own toe nails were as "awesome" as Sire's Girlfriend.
Throughout these vinettes, we have seen the importance of red and pink and how they represent the hopefulness of the women in the latin cultue. this is al so true in the asian culture, as we have seen in the book. The way she wants these colors to mean represnt a hopeful and almost meek esperanza.
In the vignette titled, red clowns, red is used to show hopefulness towards the clown from the rape that she is enduring rite now. :I waited by the red clowns...the red clowns, laughing their thicked tongue laugh."Pages 46-48. She looks up to these clowns for forgiveness and for help. this is hop in a fashion.
Another place where we notice a connection to red is on Page 4. "Its small and red with tight steps in front and windows so small you would think they were holding their breath." Page 4. Here we can see that Esparanza uses the color red to represent small, like the way this house appears to be. She feels that red and pink are colors that should be used this way, to describe insignificant things.
My last quote belongs to the time were she was compare her self to Sire's girlfriend. she writes how they were both next to each other and she noticed that sire's girlfriend had pink toe nails. "And once when she was standing next to me in front of Mr Benny's grocery she was barfoot, and i saw he barefoot baby toe nails all painted pale pale pink, like little pink sea shells, and she smells pink like babies do." Page 73. Here, we can see that she likes this color and how she almost wishes that her own toe nails were as "awesome" as Sire's Girlfriend.
Throughout these vinettes, we have seen the importance of red and pink and how they represent the hopefulness of the women in the latin cultue. this is al so true in the asian culture, as we have seen in the book. The way she wants these colors to mean represnt a hopeful and almost meek esperanza.
Friday, March 4, 2011
these specific vignettes all have to do with windows. this may be a bit silly, but the importance of these holes-in-the-wall are are not taken with such little notice. In fact, the window is actually a door or an entrance into something else. Windows are so undertaken in our daily life. However, the basic importance of a window is to let us see the outside world, to protected by knowledge, and to be a vision of sorts of a possible reality. this reality is the way we as people dream and wonder, the window is just the tool we sometimes use to do this.
in the book The House on Mango Street, the way windows are shown is eaxctly this. in this passage, Esparanza explains how her great grandmother was forced to marry her husband. "she looked out the window her whole life, the way so many women sit their saddness on thier elbow." pg 11. She explains that most woman have bad things that happen to them. therefore, the window helps them feel a better sense of self by letting them see the world that they live in.
in another qoute, Sandra Cisneros says this, "she sits all day by the radio, listening to the spanish radio and sings all the homesick songs about her country in a voice that sounds like a seagull." pg 77. Again we can see that she has a need, a dream, to accomplish, just like the great grandmother. they both feel that they are here, on this planet, for a sense of purpose. she writes that she can only be happy in her own dreams. Both of these woman dream like this, how they need to serve and live for a greater purpose.
this last qoute on pages 82 and 83 basically summarize what i have been trying to say. "and if you opened the little window latch and gave it a shove, the windows swing open, all the sky would come in." i like this quote alot because it is the whole meaning of dreaming. to let something, and awesome idea or image of something that could be, which is mysterious, just like the sky.
in the book The House on Mango Street, the way windows are shown is eaxctly this. in this passage, Esparanza explains how her great grandmother was forced to marry her husband. "she looked out the window her whole life, the way so many women sit their saddness on thier elbow." pg 11. She explains that most woman have bad things that happen to them. therefore, the window helps them feel a better sense of self by letting them see the world that they live in.
in another qoute, Sandra Cisneros says this, "she sits all day by the radio, listening to the spanish radio and sings all the homesick songs about her country in a voice that sounds like a seagull." pg 77. Again we can see that she has a need, a dream, to accomplish, just like the great grandmother. they both feel that they are here, on this planet, for a sense of purpose. she writes that she can only be happy in her own dreams. Both of these woman dream like this, how they need to serve and live for a greater purpose.
this last qoute on pages 82 and 83 basically summarize what i have been trying to say. "and if you opened the little window latch and gave it a shove, the windows swing open, all the sky would come in." i like this quote alot because it is the whole meaning of dreaming. to let something, and awesome idea or image of something that could be, which is mysterious, just like the sky.
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